Dig only until your fingers can reach,
don't fall face down into the ground,
you're not soil yet
Extend your hands only until warmth is still home,
don't deplete yourself of what you give,
even stars die a cold death
Build your fences only until their faces are friends'
don't reach for the sun,
you'll only burn yourself
Sing to the gods only until your voice is air
don't meddle with hands
religion isn't only yours to reclaim
Guard your walls only until the soldiers are rivals
don't stick your guns at every gate
not all neighbors are villains
Count the waves only until the sea waves back
don't wait for the sun to sink
your boat is holed of your own feet
Rush back home on more than weekends
don't fit love into tight routines,
time doesn't entertain belated guests
Love until your bones are soil
don't worry about bills and gods
humane is the best you can.
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